They say time heals, but they forgot to include the fact that before it heals you, it numbs you. The blows weren't fatal enough - you were not strong but you were brave enough to grasp on to life - your heart learns how to numb itself and you gradually need to fight less and less hard to stay afloat.

A beautiful accidental-stranger once told me – if you have only known a person for an x-period of time, you should not make future plans that will only happen after x-period of time with this person. It was some kind of mathematical formula he goes by. His logic being if you have only known that person for a short amount of time, you still...

There are times when I feel like I want to pour my hearts out into words, but I can hardly do so. Sometimes, thoughts go by so fast, I didn’t have enough time to translate them into words. I can’t quite find the right words. I keep it all in my head. The writer’s block is so real, and just like unrequited love; the more...

I started a joke which started the whole world crying But I didn’t see that the joke was on me I started to cry which started the whole world laughing If I’d only seen that the joke was on me I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I...

This is me. 3:30am, lying in my own bed, still feeling a little intoxicated from the couple of glasses of red wine and good company I had a couple of hours ago. Last time I checked, I was still feeling all perked up and chirpy, but it almost always changes for the worse in the wee hours when I’m at home all alone. The soft crackling...

In the season of alonedom, lonely hearts gather;
fearfully, innately, with each other as they falter.
Some seek a shoulder, some, a pair of open arms,
but me, a pursuit, to rekindle my charms.
We search for answers from stories others tell,
but alas, wilting hearts,
equal love's like universe in parallel.

From the moment we were born, a new lotus flower also appears in heaven. Each flower represents a person on earth. In our short lifetime in this world, we need to do good. And every single time we do a good deed, a drop of water gets dropped into your own lotus flower. And if, by the time you pass, your lotus flower is...

I never knew how people did it - travelling alone, that is. I remembered myself to be a braver person; someone who was not afraid to speak one's mind and act on one's thoughts. But I am deeply fearful of being alone.

Behind The Scene

My name is Peggy and I am an independent blogger from Singapore. I also run two cosy little cafes called The Tiramisu Hero and Butter My Buns. My biggest dream is to travel the limitless world and be a little more courageous. I love cats, a good cup of caffe latte, hats, photography and a good balance between everything.

You know what's the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It's when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with, and you realise that's how little they're thinking of you.

The preparation for our big day in San Francisco was both thrilling and nerve-wrecking.
Booking of flights, making sure we made all the correct appointments, hiring of photographer, makeup, hair, flowers - the list of to-dos just goes on and on. Looking back now, I'm glad we were lucky enough to have met people who helped us and gave us so much valuable advice.
Eloping with A to San Francisco and getting married in the City Hall is one of the most beautiful thing we've ever done together.

Love isn’t always rosy and beautiful. Sometimes it hurts, and renders you powerless and vulnerable. Other times, it turns you into an irrational person. Love has the power to make brave, or to make one a coward. Two totally different person learning to love and live as one is quite a feat altogether. We are in love, but we want to make sure these images did not only show the happy times. It is a reminder of being powerless and vulnerable can be beautiful and how lucky we are to find someone who is on the same page as you. I hope we will always be on that same page. § § § Let’s always be strange and beautiful together, A. Special thanks to Bobby from Bobby Kiran Photography, Dylan and team from Dylan And Son, Ai Yi and Dollei Seah for the love. More on Instagram @sixpegs or #APGoSteady.

It is always easy to list down the items you have on your Bucket List; easy to tell people around you that one has to live life to the fullest and you have probably read a thousand and one article on Facebook telling you specifically the things to avoid doing (or do) if you don’t want to grow old with regrets. Does living life to the fullest everyday really makes us feel like we have the world? “To live a few years of my life like most people won’t, so that I can live the rest of it like most people can’t.” I have heard this quote once and I find it hard to forget. Often when I find myself slipping away, trying to find excuses for myself so that I can take a little time off from work, I repeat this quote in my head. It makes a lot of sense to me. Except, now I finally realised I’ll need to survive the “living a few years of my life like most people...

And so the new journey begins, and the journey is called Butter My Buns. This is exactly like our sleep-deprived days slightly more than 2 years ago when The Tiramisu Hero was just starting up. Now, sitting in our new lil space, it really feels like pretty amazing to realise that we’ve done it yet again. Compared to the previous setup, Butter My Buns was actually a lot less stressful. The experience we got from setting up the previous cafe gave us good insights into what to do, what not to do while designing and planning the space, the timeline, the interiors and our menus. And I really count my blessings everyday for the good people we have in our company. Really, we would be nothing if not for the immense amount of support we have from our colleagues, friends and family. Although Butter My Buns is just a really tiny store snugged in a corner of NUS, it is now our second baby. You must now be thinking “What kind of name is...

I have never thought that I would visit Estonia one day. As much as I’m concerned, “Europe” to me was pretty much Paris, Italy, England and other more-touristy cities – places where a lot of my friends have been, and I know it would be relatively safe-ish if I head back to my apartment early. There are also lots of stories shared among my friends and relatives, so these countries are somewhat more familiar for me. Eastern Europe, on the other hand, gave me a very different impression compared to Western Europe. I always thought that Eastern Europe is poorer, more rundown, more backward and somewhat more dangerous. But in my recent visit to Tallinn in Estonia, I have totally changed my take on Eastern Europe. Tallinn has got to be one of the most beautiful, magical and enchanting cities I have ever been to. And one that I would visit again in a heartbeat, any time! First and foremost, I am lucky to be able to stay in the heart of the city...